Out Of Character Novels & Stories

Now, not drinking made me fake. My hands were shaking. I felt sick. They kept yelling. I turned to leave. Chuck yanked me back and shoved me onto the couch. My stomach slammed into the sharp edge of the table. The pain hit hard—blinding and instant. My head spun. My stomach throbbed. I couldn't move. Chuck barked, "Get up! Stop faking! Say sorry!" He grabbed me again, dragging me upright. Then I saw it—the blood on the floor.

His golden eyes blazed with fury, and I could smell his rage in the air. Ethan shifted back, taking deep breaths. His eyes were filled with concern. I looked up at him, trying to lighten the mood. "This is the second time you've saved me," I joked. "No, it's the second time you've saved Theo." "So, we're even now?" "I don't think so. How about I add myself as a thank-you gift?" he joked instinctively, then immediately looked a bit flustered. He looked nothing like the fierce Alpha from moments ago.

A weaponized fantasy sold to a world that lived on lies. I’d ignored all the calls and text. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I headed to the living room to refill my glass which was hardly a bother as I needed something to ground me. To convince me that Charlotte’s ludricous plan was good for publicity. That we were winning. But all I could think about was the look she'd given me when she'd stormed out of that dressing room. Ophelia wasn’t happy at all. And I didn’t like when she wasn’t happy.

I stand there, drenched, brain fried, dignity gone, whispering to the sky: “Lord, if this is character development, I’d like to unsubscribe.”

I'm secretly flirting with a stranger. He's charming, annoyingly witty, dangerously good with words, and knows exactly how to make my cheeks burn through a phone screen. We've never met. He doesn't know my real name, and I've certainly never shown him my real face. Online, I'm Princess. A confident, shameless flirt who uses her gorgeous best friend's pictures because the real me would never have the courage to attract that kind of attention. Then there's Aiden Blackwood. My ridiculously handsome, arrogant, womanizing new stepbrother. We hate each other. He thinks I'm an awkward, oversized-sweater-wearing disaster. I think he's an egoistic playboy who should come with a w

While I was relieved that her ghosting me was more about her overbearing mother than a lack of interest in me, I was livid with her mother. She’s a lawyer, so she understands the law, and that going cartoon super villain doesn’t work. What fictional world does that woman think we live in?

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Should I remind you what you did in his-' I block her out for a moment, not wishing to die of embarrassment. "Earth to Bre." I snap my fingers at her, regaining her attention. "He is so HOT." Bre exclaims, swooning over the play boy that has just graced us with his presence. "And off limits, Bre." "Those are the BEST KIND." She giggles, clearly not caring about the pack rules at this moment.

"But you didn't tell me. That's leaving without saying goodbye." "You were busy at the time." "I was discussing business with Charlotte. It wasn't anything personal. My engagement with her is fake, and I'll find a reason to end it soon. She knows about you, and she also has someone she loves. We're just partners, and I've never done anything to betray our relationship." "Actually, you don't need to explain any of this to me. I don't care." Millie forced herself to say those cold, heartless words.

Toying HIS direction for a little bit, while all along is reading their minds with the same thought that this is a game that they must win. “Well, well, well.” HE whispers, then giggles. “Not that far away from the truth, but then continue it up for I am having the best out of this.” HE laughs, but for a while. Laughing at how closely they four defending themselves against the game that HE didn’t intend for them directly. But for HIM to build the character of the particular direction that is all along is already written and chosen by him to be the spice. “Christine Emie Oliver.”